Lord Heisenberg

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present finally let out instinctive cries of surprise.

They had assumed the Justice League was still an organization under the Nuke Gang.

Or perhaps the Justice League was merely an elite squad under Heisenberg's command.

But now, even Boss Heisenberg himself had personally joined the Justice League!

For a moment, countless people felt the urge to join the Justice League.

Listening to the subdued commotion below, Heisenberg raised his hands and clapped twice.

The noise vanished instantly. After waiting two seconds, Heisenberg continued.

"The reason I named this organization the Justice League is because I want to deliver the deadliest mockery to the United States authorities!

Those politicians, those police officers and soldiers who live off our taxpayers' money—when they cannot uphold justice, justice will instead be held in the hands of bastards like us!"

Heisenberg suddenly raised his right hand.

"Tell me, boys, what do they call us!!!"

"Scum!"

"Trash!"

"Worthless!"

"Villains!"

"Maniacs!"

"Spies!"

"Traitors!"

"Losers!"

"Gangsters!"

"Hydra!"

"Agents!"

"Drug dealers!!!"

???

The theater, which had been buzzing with discussion, fell silent in an instant.

Everyone's gaze landed squarely on the big shot who had shouted "drug dealers."

Everyone in New York knew that the thing Heisenberg hated most was drugs.

And this idiot had actually come looking for death right at the barrel of the gun?!!

The guy who had shouted looked to be in his twenties. With so many people staring at him, he was completely dumbfounded.

When Heisenberg turned a baffled look on him as well, he sprang up from his seat.

"BOSS, that was before! I haven't done that for over two months! I really don't do that anymore!!!"

Seeing this, Heisenberg smiled and nodded.

"Sit down, buddy.

Matthew, find some time to have someone look into this fellow. I hope he's telling the truth."

Daredevil nodded in acknowledgment, and only then did the young man dare sit back down.

He really had not dealt drugs for more than two months. That would stand up to investigation, so he had nothing to fear.

As long as the boss did not beat him to death on the spot!

Honestly, most of the people present feared Heisenberg just as much as that young man did.

And why were they afraid?

If there were a Superman standing before you, and that Superman had killed countless people—even wiping out every gang boss in New York in one go, leaving none alive...!

Believe me, you would be afraid too.

After the brief interruption, Heisenberg returned to his private sofa and continued speaking to the crowd.

"In any case, including the fellow who shouted 'drug dealer,' none of us were ever recognized as being on the side of justice in our past lives!"

Daredevil: Are you sure?

Ahem...

"They are happy to place themselves in the better position and force our thoughts into their own understanding.

In their eyes, everything we do is destined to be filled with evil and guilt. But I must say this, boys.

There has never been only one path to justice: insisting on justice itself.

On the contrary, insisting on justice is the stupidest and hardest way to achieve justice.

If I used harsh restrictions and demands to force the whole world to become just,

then in that process, we would be destined to do many evil things.

But the ending would possess true justice!

If we want people to obey a rule, first we must let them know that rule. Second, we must demand that they obey it.

Next, we must eliminate those who violate the rules, then shove their bloody corpses before everyone else and tell them the consequences of breaking the rules!

And finally!

Believe in us, boys. We will become justice itself!"

At this point, many subordinates who were learning of Heisenberg's ambitions for the first time widened their eyes in shock.

For the distorted nation that was the United States, the current America could be said to be entirely propped up by the enticing words freedom and hope.

Even though everyone knew it was not free at all, and there was almost no hope to be found.

Yet no matter what, even homeless people on the street chasing freedom had to praise how free America was.

Even most former small-business owners whose hopes had been stolen by financial conglomerates had to praise America's wonderful hope.

And in today's United States, few people dared speak of dictatorship so openly in such a semi-public setting as Heisenberg did!

At the same time, Heisenberg noticed the change in the atmosphere around him, so he sneered and clapped his hands.

"Boys, what are you afraid of? Your boss possesses enough power to contend with anything, so we must believe in ourselves.

Remember this well: no one can stand in my way. No one can. I will crush every obstacle before me.

And I sincerely hope none of you are among those obstacles!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the somewhat noisy theater fell silent. Nearly all the subordinates sitting there figured it out.

They finally remembered why they had chosen to follow Heisenberg in the first place.

Was it because they sought freedom and hope? Was it to safeguard the fundamental interests of their homeland?

To hell with America's interests!

They only wanted to survive. Or because Heisenberg was strong enough, and they wanted to cling to the biggest thigh they could find!

So what was America, anyway?

With that, Heisenberg clapped his hands one last time.

"That's enough. Night Devil, go back and distribute the laws you compiled recently, then form an inspection team to supervise their enforcement.

If anything comes up, report it to Bullseye or Rumlow. When I'm not around, those two are the best killers we have.

Also, raise everyone's wages and benefits. There's more work to do now, so the pay should go up too, right?

Dismissed. Don't disturb my rest. Later, later!"

With that, Heisenberg left on his own, leaving the space to his subordinates.

The noisy discussions did not end until evening. Only after the theater had completely quieted down did Heisenberg lie on his bed with a satisfied smile.

He had been right.

If he intended to enforce his iron-fisted rule in the United States, then he had to start with the utterly unscrupulous gangsters.

Those bastards were probably the people most likely to accept his ideas and demands.

Next came Hydra. Rumlow and his men had no resistance whatsoever to his principles.

After all, they were that kind of people themselves.

Was Hydra not precisely an organization that had turned its back on American ideology? An evil organization where collective interests outweighed individual interests?

Besides them, Heisenberg also had to deal with New York's citizens.

Those citizens definitely would not be able to accept changes to their lives right away.

Once they truly experienced the restrictions imposed by the gangs, once they realized that Heisenberg would convict them according to his own laws whether they were rich or poor.

Once rich people could no longer hire lawyers, while poor people could seek justice one hundred percent of the time.

New York would descend into chaos.

Heisenberg had his own solution for that.

What solution?

When chaos arose within a city, it was simple: all they needed was an enemy powerful enough from outside.

And for New York, for the United States, even for the entire Earth.

What enemy could be more suitable than aliens?

Heisenberg calculated in his mind when the plot of Avengers would begin.

When he entered the Marvel Universe, there had been three months left before the plot began.

Now, a little more than two and a half months had passed.

Considering the butterfly effect he had caused, Loki might not appear at the original time.

At best, it would be within the next few days. At worst, later than before.

In any case, Loki was coming.

Which meant the key to Heisenberg prying apart the foundations of the United States in the Marvel Universe was about to arrive!

At eight that evening, in an apartment in Queens.

Peter Parker was watching the news with Uncle Ben.

Uncle Ben was a kind old man who usually liked using the news to educate Peter.

After all, people of Uncle Ben's generation believed the news was the most truthful and official platform for sharing and commenting on events.

But tonight's New York evening news...

The more Uncle Ben watched, the stranger it felt.

The weather forecast at the beginning was normal enough. New York would see light rain tomorrow, so he needed to remind Peter to bring an umbrella.

The opening of the next news segment was normal as well. The sexy and beautiful host Lawrence was still delivering the same opening line heard every day.

"Welcome, viewers, to New York Evening News!"

But after those words, everything seemed to change!

"Before we look through today's stories, I must share a piece of good news with everyone.

According to reliable sources, New York's Superman has decided to move from Brooklyn District to the Columbus Circle Theater in Manhattan District.

So I'm afraid we will no longer have the chance to enjoy ballet performances in the theater.

But that is secondary. What matters is that Superman has finally truly accepted our city and chosen to settle permanently in the heart of New York, right between the Empire State Building and Central Park!

Now, let's look at the on-site report provided by Mr. Brian."

As the screen changed, Peter, sitting on the sofa, immediately let out a dejected wail.

"Ahhh, oh no! Superman moved to Manhattan District! I'll have to save up for so many more days to visit him. A ticket to Manhattan costs two whole dollars more!"

Hearing his young nephew, Uncle Ben immediately laughed and said to Peter.

"So, are you still planning to sell the watch Superman gave you? If you sell it, you'll definitely have enough money!"

"Uncle Ben, don't make fun of me like that. I only wanted to buy Aunt May a washing machine because she didn't have one and washing clothes by hand was exhausting for her.

But I'm sorry, I still couldn't bear to sell it. This is the watch Superman gave me!"

"Haha!"

Uncle Ben immediately rubbed his nephew's head with relief.

"That was the right choice, kid. Never exchange a gift someone gave you for money, because money has a price, but a gift is one of a kind.

You do not need to worry about your uncle's life. Your Aunt May will have her new washing machine soon enough."

"Okay, okay, let's watch TV! Superman is about to appear!"

Peter cut his uncle off, because the television had already reached the scene where Heisenberg was about to step out of his extended Bentley.

The next moment, Heisenberg stepped out of the car with his Celestial-like face and a perfectly tailored suit.

At that instant, even the reporter filming the scene could not help letting out a scream.

"Lord Heisenberg, may I interview you? Just one minute, half a minute!"

"My lord, don't walk so fast! Could you look at the camera?!!"

"Ahhh, don't stop us! We want an interview, damn it!"

"Superman!!!"

The cheers echoed through Central Park, making Peter in front of the television unable to contain his excitement.

But after the excitement faded, Peter asked Uncle Ben in confusion.

"Uncle Ben, why do they all call Superman Lord Heisenberg?"

"Because they aren't Superman's friends!"

"Aha, Superman specifically gave me a watch. It was a gift from him, so does that mean I'm his friend?"

"Of course, kid. If you see him again, you can call him Mister instead of My Lord."

Uncle Ben spoke to Peter seriously.